Whether any of you want to believe it or not, unsolicited advice, while not terribly common, is a prevalent enough phenomenon to be a category of peeve unto itself.
Over almost 19 years lifting, I’ve had several, but the one that stands out the most is from when I was 20:
I was doing heavy leg presses after squats, and I was on the last set, close-to-last rep, struggling, grunting, turning purple, but still moving the weight up slowly. This beer-gut guy in his 30’s sees me and runs over to the sled, gets his face about a foot away from mine and starts yelling, “C’mon, you got it! You got it, man!”
As annoying as this was, it didn’t do nearly as much to break my concentration as the fact that he actually put his hand on the platform where my feet were placed and started to push! I was so pissed, I just blurted out ,“BACKTHEFUCKUP!”, finished my rep, slammed the bolts into place, and told him, “thanks for ruining my set!” (I was much more curt in my youth).
Beer Gut was in stunned silence but still had the nerve to look all offended, so I told him that if he wanted to mentor, there were plenty of youth centers around town. I would’ve gone on, but he just put up both of his hands in this palms-out, I-was-just-trying-to-help manner, turned and walked back to his pathetically weighted squat rack.
My form on any lift has not needed “helping” since I was about 16, and even if it did, who the fuck appointed these think-they-know-it-all crotch stains to correct me, or anyone else for that matter? It hasn’t happened in a few years, but I’ve got plenty of bile waiting for the next one.